Later generations have no good impression of Zhu Wen, including Li Jie.

This product is exactly the same as the three-surnamed family slave Lu Bu, constantly jumping sideways in rebellion and rebellion.

The only difference is that he succeeded in the end and became the founding emperor.

Comrade Lu Fengxian lost his head...

The Great Ci'en Temple in the East City is the most spacious royal temple in Chang'an City, Gaozong Li Zhi, that is, Wu Zetian's old wife, in order to remember his mother, the eldest grandson of the Empress and carried out an expansion.

By the way, Tang Xuanzang, the love of all demons, is sitting here, and the most famous building in later generations is the Big Wild Goose Pagoda that he used to translate the scriptures.

At this time, Fei Lang was stunned and gathered at the main gate of the Temple of Mercy and Grace with 3,000 rebels, but he was not in a hurry to capture this monastery that was intended to be a stronghold.

Because outside the temple gate, there are hundreds of great monks armed with guns, sticks, and swords!

Moreover, many people actually have crossbows in their hands.

Monks!

Only monks and soldiers would dare to equip this kind of weapon that a regular army could equip with.

Ferrand felt like he had been tricked.

The Bowang Army was subordinate to Hebei Province and was a local army that changed its defense, and could only be stationed in a military town near Tongguan.

He rarely went to Beijing, and he didn't know that this Temple of Mercy and Grace not only enshrined the shrine of Li Zhi's mother, but also that officials in successive generations had dedicated their mother's shrine here.

Later, with the looting of the feudal soldiers of the Anshi Rebellion and the patronage of thieves from time to time, these ministers jointly wrote to Li Longji at that time, and obtained the establishment of 500 monks and soldiers for the Ci'en Temple, which were funded and supported by various officials all year round.

How did he, an outsider, know about these situations, and this is why the two sides have a confrontation.

"His grandmother's Pingding Hou dug a big pit for Lao Tzu before he died!"

When he broke into the Pingding Marquis Mansion last night, he began to wonder which place in the East City was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

So I grabbed Pingdinghou and asked if there was a suitable place.

I didn't expect this old guy to be notorious and a bastard, but he was an amorous seed, but it was the deputy general who spoiled one of his concubines, and he actually stiffened his neck and asked for a good time.

But it's easy to deal with weaknesses.

After killing the four beautiful concubines of Pingdinghou in a row, and preparing to take the most beautiful one, Pingdinghou suggested that he go to the Great Ci'en Temple with a sad face.

Not to mention the extremely large area there, the courtyard walls are also high and thick, and the buildings in the temple are complicated, which is very conducive to defense.

Pingdinghou didn't lie at all, but he just didn't tell him about the monks.

"Phew! Aren't the bald donkey soldiers only available in the ruined temple in Luoyang? Knowing this, he should have chopped Pingdinghou into meat sauce at that time, but it was really cheap to just cut off his head. ”

Ferrand regretted it.

"General, it's not easy to do, if you just entered the city and directly attack here, it would be easy, but now..."

Ferrand's lieutenant pointed to some of the rebels behind him.

After a night of robbery, each of these rebels carried a lot of gold, silver and jewels in their arms and shoulders, and in addition to greed, they had lost a lot of desperate will in their eyes, and only thought about how to keep the treasure in their arms.

Fei Lang turned around and said loudly to these people: "Brothers, now those twelve guards are chasing our ass and killing us, if we don't quickly capture this temple, not only will it be difficult to protect our property, but I am afraid that my life will be lost, and I will kill this group of bald donkeys together!"

When this group of rebels heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up, and the psychology of protecting their lives and wealth was all mobilized, and they collided with the monks and soldiers on the opposite side with a strange scream, and the Puhui Street in front of the Temple of Mercy and Grace instantly became a Shura hell.

But while fighting, Fei Lang found that something was wrong, although there were few of these big monks, they all had extraordinary martial arts, and they also formed more than a dozen battle formations of different sizes, although occasionally monks fell to the ground, but their own side fell more, and their combat effectiveness was not far behind the most elite army in the Tang Court, and it was even more difficult to deal with!

The Boye Army is good at fierce battles in the field, and for this kind of narrow terrain street fighting, it can only be like a hooligan brawl, and it is a mess.

At this time, the individual combat ability of these small groups of monks and soldiers was highlighted, and the rebels fell like wheat harvesting.

It was past noon, and the square in front of the Great Mercy and Grace Temple was littered with corpses.

The battle lasted for half an hour, and the monks and soldiers on the opposite side suffered less than two hundred casualties, but the rebels fell seven or eight hundred here, almost a situation of one for four.

Zhang Zhichen and other generals standing on the nearby tower kept making a "tsk" sound while watching the excitement.

These big monks are fierce enough, and if they continue to fight like this, it will definitely be a lose-lose ending, and in the end, it is estimated that there will be no more living people left on both sides.

"Lao Zhang, this credit can't be taken up by these bald donkeys, and those eight treasure cars!"

When Zhang Zhichen heard this, he immediately became less calm.

He went to Wanyue Lou late, and as a result, he was assigned less than 200 recruits, who were either too old or too young, and the real athletes had already been looted away by this group of old bastards.

If you drop the chain in this regard, I'm afraid that you won't be able to drink gruel.

Immediately let the heralds around him wave their flags, and the soldiers and horses of the Nanya, which had already been arranged at the corners of each street, slowly approached the Temple of Mercy and Grace together.

As a result, Ferrand immediately felt a tremendous amount of pressure.

He knew that it was over, and he couldn't capture this place in a short time, and the Nanya army had already arrived.

"General Fei, these bald donkey soldiers are too difficult to deal with, let's take people out of the city, if we are surrounded, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to survive!"

The lieutenant's face was covered in blood, and his eyes were full of panic.

Fei Lang gritted his teeth, and picked up a monk soldier with a long lance in his hand,

"Brothers, break the wall and go!"

Opposite the Temple of Mercy and Grace is the backyard of a washing and dyeing workshop that covers a large area, and the back door has been built by the owner with huge wood and stones.

And if they want to get out of this three-bread land, they can only crash through the high walls of the city behind them.

The wall is made of green bricks, about a foot and three feet high, and it takes a bit of effort to climb it, but with only one layer of masonry, it doesn't seem difficult to knock it down.

The nearly 100 soldiers around Fei Lang also knew that it was a matter of life and death, and they all used their greatest strength here.

Slashing, spears, and even horses' hooves kicked it took less than half an hour to open a gap five or six feet wide in this wall.

Without waiting for the smoke and dust to clear, Ferrand rushed in first.

When the rebels who were fighting with the monks saw it, they immediately lost their fighting spirit and retreated to the gap.

When these outer rebels all cowered near the gap, they found that the rebels there did not retreat inside, but all gathered together, with a blank look on their faces.

Such a look also appeared on Ferrand's face at this time.

When he was the first to rush into the backyard of the dyeing workshop, he found that it was a square that occupied a large area, and it should normally be a place where the dyeing workshop used to dry cloth.

But now there is not a single cloth in sight,

On the contrary, on the opposite side of the Gong Tower, there were people wearing various colors of clothes and armor, and in the center was a young man in a purple shirt.